Who Needs Men Anyway?: A perfect feel-good romantic comedy filled with sass

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Next, I had to fill in a paragraph about ‘myself’, or in this case, Megan. For a moment, I considered how hard this would be to write about yourself and felt glad I’d never had to do my own profile. Internet dating was a new concept to me. When I’d met James, people used it to look up information and that was it really. There wasn’t any online dating.

I waffled on about being a personal trainer and liking to stay in shape, which was really a huge euphemism for ‘hot body and active in the bedroom’ wasn’t it? Did men want anything more than that? I didn’t think so. The final thing to do was set the distance. I tapped at the keys, having no idea how far Megan would travel for love. Deciding local would be best I set it to within three miles.

Once I was finished, I scanned the page over and clicked ‘save profile’. I was convinced that when Megan was ready to start dating men, there’d be a bank of interested parties to choose from. I closed my laptop, feeling pretty smug with myself.

The walk-in wardrobe was thick with James’s aftershave. The unmistakable fresh scent of his Creed Aventus lingered heavily in the air. It was my favourite, though why he was wasting the expensive stuff on a trip to an empty office for a few hours was beyond me. Still, little else compared that delicious scent so I sort of understood. Part of my attraction to him was that he took pride in himself.

My phone buzzed as I walked out of my wardrobe, finally dressed.

Sorry I’ve not been around much lately. How about a date night? Love U, J x

My heart leapt. It had been far too long. My fingers were tapping back before I’d even thought about a reply.

I’d love to. What did you have in mind? X

I hit send and my chest came over all fluttery while I planned what I’d wear.

We could go out for dinner . . . or you could show me that sexy little number again ;) x

A smile spread across my face. At least I didn’t have to worry about what to wear.

Chapter Five (#ulink_effccfca-0461-583d-8186-2d1234179674)

I awoke the next morning wrapped in a strong pair of arms with a smile on my face. The previous night had been a reminder of what our marriage had been like before James turned into a medium whose body was possessed by work. He kissed me lazily on the head and I relished in his warmth.

‘Morning,’ his voice croaked to life.

‘Morning yourself.’ I tilted my head to kiss him back.

‘I’ve missed you.’

‘Me too.’ I smiled, snuggling back down into his arms. It had been too long. ‘We need to make more of an effort, you know – like have a date night, once a month – no ifs or buts?’

‘Will you be wearing that little number you had on last night?’ He nuzzled my neck.

‘Probably not that exact one,’ I said, smirking at the memory of him ripping it off my body.

It was nice to feel like Charlotte and James again.

After James left for work, I started up my laptop. After my own love life had been reignited, I was eager to see if Megan had received any interest on the Me & You dating site. There were two new messages. A twinge of excitement poked at my chest as I opened the first one.

Hi, loving your profile picture and smoking body and saw your local. Fancy getting to know each other over a few drinks at mine? Tom.

I winced at the grammatical error but, unsure as to whether or not Megan would care, I took the time to look at the tiny thumbnail picture of him just in case. It was of a very impressive, tanned, muscular torso, and you could just see the top of his tight designer boxer shorts, which sat far too low. Was that supposed to be his unique selling point?